Seven times I despised my soul
The first time was when I saw that he could be aggressive, but instead he was wandering in the dream of peace that he had weaved with mediocrity and a heart that was content with being ordinary.
The second time was when I saw him trying to be fair in front of people who were not mine.
The third time was when he chose to submit between strength and power.
The fourth time was when he made a mistake and comforted himself by thinking that others would make mistakes too.
The fifth time was when he gave in out of weakness but claimed it as his own fortitude.
The sixth time was when he had hope a second before his hands were stained with blood.
The seventh time was when he was alone, crowned on the pure-blood throne of darkness and killing, and turned around as if he heard confession in his ears.
His life and death, his sins, are all his own decisions, and he has no regrets or pain. This is the path he chose. He doesn't need mercy or wavering.
Purpose: What makes a person is his experiences and choices